Ye Chuan knew that, as the Lostbelt collapsed, this man, who was an enemy yet worthy of respect, would ultimately vanish along with his world.
He did not attack again. He merely nodded to Kirschtaria from afar as a final salute.
Then he left the Lostbelt with the Chaldea party.
The command room at Chaldea's temporary base in the Wandering Sea.
When Ye Chuan and the Chaldea party appeared there again, the entire command room erupted in cheers of relief at their survival.
"Thank goodness! Ritsuka! Mash! You're both all right!"
"Although the process was full of violence that science cannot explain, the outcome was good."
Shion, their technical adviser, adjusted her glasses and looked at the calm-faced Ye Chuan beside them, her eyes filled with an intense desire to investigate.
"The Fifth Lostbelt is confirmed pruned."
Yet at the debriefing that followed, the atmosphere grew somber once more.
With his pipe between his lips, Sherlock Holmes said gravely:
"Kirschtaria Wodime was, without question, the most powerful Master we have encountered."
"Although the ideals behind his envisioned world, where all humans would be 'deified,' ran counter to ours, his vision and wisdom far surpassed those of any previous enemy."
"And that final traitor, Beli Gut..."
Leonardo da Vinci brought up the final observation footage. The terrifying Holy Lance descending from the sky sent a chill through everyone.
"He was actually able to draw upon another Lostbelt's power to attack us..."
"This means the Lostbelts are not completely independent of one another!"
"Exactly."
Shion pointed to a set of coordinates in the Atlantic on the world map simulator, shrouded in fog so thick it seemed almost tangible.
"Information on the next Lostbelt remains completely blocked. We cannot conduct any effective reconnaissance beforehand."
"All we know is that its very existence continues